Kid’s song from my past says: “Running over, running over; my cup is full and running over. Since the Lord saved me, I’m as happy as can be; my cup is full and running over.” By it, children were taught that life with Jesus can be great, happy, joyful. True words. I agree with the song for kiddies. But there comes a time as a Christian matures, that he recognizes being saved – having the Lord – is not enough.
Nora Edinger hits this thought hard in her blog called “When God is Not Enough.” I’m passing along a quote today from that blog.”
“God in my life” just isn’t enough. It’s “God’s life in me” that’s necessary.
Having “God in my life” is so much on “me” and what he does for “me”; having “God’s life in me” makes me feel responsible to look and act like him. So I’m left with this take-away. Whose life am I living? Am I living God’s life or am I living my life? If I’m “Running Over,” is the overflow my life or God’s life?
I hope you will hop over and read Nora’s blog. Thank you, Nora, for this lesson.
“Hey, Mom, guess what I found in the attic in our old house on 18th Street,” Roger called as he excitedly showed me my wedding dress. We had moved into that house in 1965 so it had been there thirty-five years. He found it when we sold the house near 2000.
The dress was long gone as far as I knew. I guess if I ever thought about it, I assumed that it had been left at my mother’s house where I knew my sister’s wedding dresses were kept for a while.
The home that my husband and I first lived in was an attic apartment with limited space. Then we bought a 28 foot trailer house. Still very limited space. But I still don’t understand a bride who would roll up her wedding dress and store it in a make-up kit similar to the one shown in the picture. The bottom of the kit it was in, was rotted. Considering that, the dress was in pretty good shape! It was rolled up like we used to roll dampened dresses before we ironed them. I definitely wasn’t into fancy wedding traditions and all that goes with that romantic event. 😀
I did love the dress, however, and I valued the time and skill my mom put into making it for me. I guess I did what I needed to do to keep it.
Now sixty-six years later, it hangs in my bedroom – and, thankfully, I still have the man that came with it. ♥♥♥
Thanks for the Sunday prompt “lost and found” by https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/11/17/sunday-writing-prompt-lost-and-found/
Frank’s challenge this week is to write on this subject: A Precarious Perch. Let me explain why I chose this picture of the crooked tree.
“Come, let’s walk to the Crooked Tree,” was romance of a big kind when I was a teen. This old tree grew on the grounds where we had church camp meetings in Woodland Park, Co.
This Crooked Tree Perch certainly does not appear precarious. No one would be in danger of falling from this perch. That’s true. But many a young “heart” was exposed to a fall from the Crooked Tree. It was a favorite place for the young man to go who wanted to court a girl but perhaps didn’t have the courage to ask for a real date – besides it was free. Walking to the Crooked Tree was romance in itself!
I don’t know whether or not the crooked tree deserved its reputation, but it certainly carried an image of lovers paradise! I don’t know of anyone who ever really said “I love you” under that tree but there were lots of initials carved there – and memories made there. Perhaps the guys only had courage to take out their knives and carve initials but that was true love in those days.
Frank’s challenge this week is to write on this subject: A Precarious Perch. I snatched the picture from Face Book. The young fellow in this picture will be surprised to see where it ended up. He was from a generation younger than I.
“John 10:39 “Therefore, they sought again to take him; but he escaped out of their hand…” John also records in 7:30 that Jesus “hid himself…going through the midst of them.” How did he do that? Did he pull a Houdini on them? Did he make himself invisible?
I don’t know, but the scripture made me remember another Jesus moment in my life. Let me tell you.
Carl and Vicky lived in a mobile home when their three children were small. They were very appreciative of their place, but Carl said it would be nice to have a drop leaf table so they would have more room for the high chair or something like that. Anyway I made mental note to find a drop leaf table for them.
I went to an auction and sure enough there was the perfect table for them sitting on top of furniture pile about half way down the row of items to be auctioned. I would have to wait quite a while for it so that’s what I did. I saw them move the table down and put it in a place about two or three items before being sold. I was diligently waiting.
After a bit, I noticed there was no table! I asked the lady by me if she had seen the table. She said that she had and they had just sold it! I couldn’t believe how I had waited and watched, and then missed it!
So I had no table to take the next time I went to visit. They didn’t know I had planned to get one so it was no disappointment to them. We went inside and Carl said, “Look at the table Mrs. (some church member) got for us.” Now if I had bought the table at the auction I would have been out the money, it would have been hard for me to deliver to their place, and they didn’t need two!
I don’t know whether I was distracted, momentarily “blinded,” or what else might have happened. But I do know it “slipped out of my grasp” leaving me with this delightful tale to tell.
This incident regarding the table happened a long time ago – 35 years maybe. I might have written about it before but I can’t find it: it’s worth telling again anyway. 😀
Image googled: free image dropleaf table Butler Specialty Company
Will fun today pass tomorrow’s test?
Prompt word for six word sentence: Fun Thank you, Shweta, for hosting this challenge.
“Best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry…” Robert Burns
Fifty-four-year-old Benny had been janitor in the old Watcalf Building for thirty-six years. No job; can’t retire. He knows this place; it has all the necessities for home – even a food closet stocked for temporary shelter for weather victims. He can even get wi-fi and news channel by hooking up next door. And people? He’s had enough for a lifetime! Smiling, he hears the contractors seal all doors and windows. Superb retirement plan!
Thirteen days later, he hears a voice:
“Where did boss say to install these dynamite sticks?”
FRIDAY FICTIONEERS – Rochelle’s challenge to write a 100 word story from picture prompt. Picture courtesy of © Roger Bultot Thanks, Rochelle and Roger.
Aunt Gilda is bringing more pickle relish. Other years Cissy had expressed thanks and added them to the shelf. But this time, Aunt Gilda wants to pick up her nine empty jars. Cissy had to empty each one and make it spotless to return to dear aunty. Only one left. She dumped its contents into the disposal, turned the switch, washed the jar… Whee, the job is done!
The doorbell rings.
“Oh, Aunt Gilda, come right in. How wonderful that you brought more of your delicious relish!”
Sniffing, Aunt Gilda replied suspiciously, “Your house smells like my pickle relish,”
FRIDAY FICTIONEERS BY Rochelle – 100 word story from picture prompt
PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio
Much heaven in my earthly life.
Thanks, Shweta, for the six word challenge, Prompt word: Heaven